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Die!
Infestation, malnutrition,
masses gather in hordes.
Hunger converts omnivores into cannibals.

Mothers feasting on their
offspring while fathers disgorge.
Extinction of reality
balance is restored.

The hive mind sparks,
its tendrils self aware.
Planetary conversion of mass energy and despair!

Feeding off our own flesh and blood.
Nothing can stop us from infecting our neighbouring stars.

The hive mind listens,
ignoring the millions of screams!
The undead and the living fighting in zero-G.

We were Asgard!
Now we are the Horde.
Cosmic winds among the stars,
Necropolis is born.

Consume!

Science gone awry, horrid mistake!
Millions dead, souls raped.

Hot zones quarantined and cleansed,
more dead.
There's too much space.

Distances between the stars take years to navigate.
The hive mind and the Horde have all the time they need.
The Undead evolve and begin to propagate.
Sickening reproduction of their species conflate!

The Asgards created this monstrosity!
In pursuit of ascension and the harnessing of gravity.

You cannot stop an unstoppable force!
We were once powerful gods of the Norse.

Reckless use of nanotechnology!
Leads to severe evolutionary anomalies.

The cells they were meant to eliminate!
Instead replicate at an exponential rate.

To the stars We seed,
laying dormant with lust.
Learning that this sickness
known as Death is all we need.

The burning antimatter pumping through our veins!
A past life form emerges
from a million years of sleep...

To feed.

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